This poem is in response to K. McGee‘s blog about Ae Freslighe, a highly structured Irish poem format. It remains a challenge and I’ll continue to mull it over… fascinating form…

Daughter urchin snivelling
in alleys dark and smelly
whining voice a’grizzling
with no food in her belly

Beneath the road, thundering
slow sewers, deep, dank, darkly
reach the child a’blundering
she stares at bleak walls starkly

Nightmare journey, quivering
trembling in waste water
cold with fright a’shivering
sewer rat’s own daughter

Polly Stretton © 2012